A happy memory is perhaps on this earth truer than happiness itself.
I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them
Know that there is often hidden in us a dormant poet, always young and alive.
It is easy to promise, and alas! How easy to forget!
One must not trifle with love
Vanity and dignity are incompatible with each other; vain women are almost sure to be vulnerable.